Innocent souls walk the streets hopelessly,
waiting for sign from the heavens, to bring them out of their misery.
They try to find shelter,
but they are cursed by the tears of the sky,
crying, full of pity.
They try to find food, but it is poisoned by the disease that have covered it.
They have lost all faith,
it will take a miracle to restore,
these souls, that lack of dignity, drying out quickly.
I look at the souls walking the streets,
I wish I could help, but my pockets are empty.
I fill of guilt and shame,
I have riches, but beg for more.
These souls have nothing,
Nothing to give and
Nothing to seek, yet they still live
They wait for a miracle, that might not ever come.
- Cat Benitez
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